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I sank down, leaning back against the cushions, pulling my legs up slightly as if that small movement could shield me from the weight of everything I had just read. The ring was still in my hand. The letter was still nearby. And the urge to keep reading was still there—stronger than before. Despite the fear curling in my stomach, despite the unease pressing in from all sides, my fingers moved again. I clicked another link. Then another. Page after page. Story after story. Each one darker, older, more disturbing than the last. The deeper I went, the creepier it became. And still— I couldn’t stop.

They were facts. My breath hitched as I read through the articles because the man I lived with wasn’t just a tyrant—he was a monster!

Wasn’t exactly what I was looking for though, but something is better than nothing and to be honest, anything about him would capture my interest. It was a whole list of articles, some were good but most were not. I looked through the headings… ‘THE STERMYER MAFIA STRIKES’, ‘THE MAFIA OF STERMYER BEHIND RECENT CONSPIRACIES’, ‘THE STERMYER TYCOON’, ‘THE HUNTER’S PREY’ and the list went on…

Christine dropped the phone on the couch, heart pounding in her ears. Her coffee had gone cold. Her hands trembled as she grabbed the phone again. She scrolled to the next message. It was from Angela. “Do not open any article you see. Don’t believe anything they know nothing about you “ Another one again Angela: “Christine, don’t open the articles. I’m handling PR. We’ll get them taken down. Please don’t let this get to you.” But it was too late. She had already read every word. Her stomach twisted. The more she read, the more she could feel something sharp forming at the back of her throat . It was that same feeling that mix of anger and humiliation she knew too well.

Hey,” Camille said, “You alright?” It took me a while to answer, and I took deep breaths trying to calm myself. “Yeah, I just read something disturbing.” “Oh no, what was it?” she asked, while Sarah squeezed my shoulder to console me. “My pack, well my former pack, posted some crazy article about me.” “Let me see.” Sarah grabbed the phone from my hand, scrolling to find the article. She paused as she read it, her face frowning with each word she read. “This is crazy.”

They were endless, and I couldn’t keep track of them all. The article had first been published by a top financial publication, and my name and picture had been plastered on top with a bold and brutal font. I read through the article in a frenzy. They had proofs which were no doubt fake but looked genuine. The wire transfers, fake accounts with my name, and documents with my signature. Documents I had never seen in my life. It felt like five years ago all over again. My heart was pounding, my hands were trembling, and my vision was blurry as I tried to blink back the fear and panic while I continued reading.

(Warning: This chapter contains some sexual content that may be offensive to some readers, please do not read if you're below 18. Do not read if you are not a fan of BDSM sex, read at your own discretion) "No... ooo! Damien!" I screamed out, my voice filled with sheer terror. The room seemed to amplify my fear, the echoes bouncing off the walls. The overwhelming feeling of dread coursed through my veins, leaving me trembling with fear. As I glanced upward, my eyes widened in sheer terror. He locked the door, trapping us in the brightly lit room with a haunting pink glow. The room fell into an eerie silence, leaving me frightened and filled with suspense, desperate to know what he was really

was the supernatural curse laid onw by the witch but just incase I might be wrong , I wanted to find evidence before doing anything. In case I really thought there was an actual cause or something, I wanted to make sure I could find evidence to show if my assumptions were correct before making any rash decisions. While I waited for an answer I already knew was not going to happen, I started searching for articles describing witches. I couldn’t help but think that it was highly unlikely that such a phenomenon would exist, I had never heard of anyone ever experiencing symptoms like mine before but it was the best guess that I could come up with. The only thing left to do was to research furth

Regina The sight was enough to make my blood run cold. With my worst fear coming alive before my eyes, I felt a chill creeping up my spine as I stood frozen, unable to tear my gaze away from the horrifying scene unfolding in front of me. The realization that this nightmare was no longer confined to my imagination sent shivers down my entire body, leaving me paralyzed with fear. I want to scream, but I can't find my voice as I witness the spine-chilling scene. My mind raced, desperately searching for a way to escape the horrifying reality unfolding before me.

" He gets up and checks one of the books in the library, leaves it in front of me on the desk and seeing the first page makes me close my eyes. There is no reasoning. If you talk to them you will only cause them to stick out your tongue. The images he showed me were chilling. Mutilated, dismembered bodies, eyes separated from the body as well as ears and arms. It made me want to throw up, but Beckam made me look at every last page, where a hooded man was separating the heart from a body dangling by its feet. It looked like an animal and the butcher of it. Then I turned and plunged my head into the trash can to dump what wasn't in my stomach.